Sundays

Your touches feel like love
Your kisses taste like fire
You left your heat in the sheets
I roll into it to steal your warmth
You've finished drinking your coffee
Sundays are always the best days
When we're together.

Dean Jean-Pierre
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12/9/04
(A taste of some older stuff. It's good to see the maturation of my flow.)